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Chapter 33
“Hurry and eat. Is there anything else you’d like? I can make it for you p>
“Thank you, Ms. Sue, but this soup is enough. I already ate outside p>
The warm, fragrant chicken soup was incredibly comforting. The only place that felt like home was wherever Ms. Sue was.
Ms. Sue watched with a smile. Seeing Mira eat so heartily made her happy.
“Miss, if you’re short on money, I have some savings p>
She knew about Mira’s situation-her allowance had been cut off for over a month.
“Thank you, Ms. Sue, but don’t worry, I’m earning my own money now p>
“Working outside… don’t wear yourself out p>
Ms. Sue’s eyes were filled with concern.
She sighed. The young girl who once never had to lift a finger was now forced to work part-time to support herself.
Another maid, Tessa, saw this and thought dismissively, “Hmph, what’s the use of sucking up to a disfavored young lady p>
She decided to go get some rest, not wanting to waste her time here.
Mira finished her soup and went upstairs. She had to seize the time to make more money.
She turned on her computer and started trading.
The great thing about trading Bitcoin was that as long as you avoided the weekly settlement and delivery times, you could trade anytime.
It was a 24-hour, non-stop market, and the age requirements were low. Mira, not yet 18, could trade without any restrictions.
If it were stocks, that probably wouldn’t be possible.
Moreover, it was highly anonymous. Neither the sender nor the receiver needed to verify their identity or provide any other personal information.
But it seemed her luck was off tonight. She misjudged her first trade and lost two hundred thousand dollars.
She realized she had to be more careful. Identifying the high and low points of each fluctuation was crucial; otherwise, the few million she had wouldn’t be enough to cover her losses.
She carefully looked for an opportunity and finally won a round back, earning three hundred thousand dollars.
Just as another opportunity arose, she heard sounds from downstairs. It was already past eleven.
She made a quick move, not daring to linger. She closed her position as soon as she made a decent profit, banking forty thousand dollars.
Alright, she had successfully completed her goal for the day, with a net profit of 2.3 million dollars. Added to yesterday’s earnings, Mira. now had 2.7 million dollars.
Speaking of which, Mira had learned all her trading skills from Ethan while she was a spirit.
She wondered if he knew about the Bitcoin fluctuations these past few days.
Whatever. They were no longer family. It had nothing to do with her.
She turned off the light and fell into bed, hoping to avoid any trouble if the three of them found her awake.
She didn’t know that downstairs, the moment Adrian walked in, he asked the maid, “What time did Mira get home today p>
That defiant daughter of his was getting more and more out of line. She had flatly refused to come home and attend the banquet with them, and Mrs Scott had asked about her several times tonight.
“She got home just before 10 o’clock,” Tessa replied.
“Dad, how can a girl like my sister come home so late?” Mara said, feigning
concern.
Adrian’s temper flared.
“Go, call her down p>
“Miss Mira, Mr. Mercer wants you to come downstairs,” the maid named Tessa called out.
*I might as well go down. In a few more days, once I’ve gathered all my essential
things, I won’t have to deal with them anymore p>
Mira, wearing her pajamas, went
downstairs rubbing her eyes, muttering as she walked, “What is it?
Canda person get some sleep at
this hour
“Your mother asked you to come home today. Why didn’t you?” Adrian asked, sitting
in a chair and looking at Mira with a stern expression.
Lacey and Mara also stared at her.
“I already told you, I was working p>
*You don’t give me any money, so I have to earn it myself p>
“Doing what kind of work p>
“Lugging bricks at a construction site,” Mira yawned, casually making it up.